Letters Home From Korea: From Quijonbu to Mill Valley, Letter #10
Letter #9
TITLE: Letters Home From Korea: From Quijonbu to Mill Valley, Letter #10
AUTHOR: willows_whiten/spell_divine
FANDOM: M*A*S*H
PAIRING: BJ/Peg
GENRE: Het
TABLE: #11: Song Titles A
PROMPT: 09. One Friend
RATING: G (although there is some innuendo)
WORD COUNT: 654
SUMMARY: BJ writes Peg a letter on her birthday.
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: I took some liberties with time lines.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine
My darling wife,
Happy birthday. I wish I was there to celebrate with you. I hope you bought yourself something nice and went out with friends. With it being a special occasion, Hawkeye and I share that bottle of wine you sent. (Remember the first time you tried sending me something other than a letter? You’ve learned how to pack care packages like a pro - I hate that I’ve been gone that long.) Hawkeye says he’s no wine fan still, but goodness it reminds me of home. There’s nothing quite like a good Californian wine; unless it’s a good Californian woman.
Did I tell you about the time Hawke went out on R&R and bought me a shirt? Before you say that’s nice, you should know the sleeves are uneven. Yu would probably scold me for being ungrateful, but I complained about the shirt to him. He then wore it the rest of the day, and I laughed. Don’t think I’m being a jerk: that’s just the relationship Hawkeye and I have. He voiced his strong dislike of your Apple Crumb Cake (hey, more for me. He doesn’t know good food when he eats it.)
He does love your rum cookies though (and you know I do too). We joke that they’re 100 proof. What’s your secret? (Hawkeye wants to know too).
By the time you get this you’ll have received a call from Leo. I’m extremely jealous he got to go home. Hawkeye told Leo to call his dad; I hope he did. What did Leo tell you? I’m sure he told you about all our pranks. I’m still mad he got me in trouble with that General. He’d better be paying that bill (he always liked you. You’ll talk to him, right?)
I’m glad you no longer need to work; I was upset about Erin having to be without both parents. Tell her Daddy loves her, would you please?
I wish I was a man of great words, then I could write you the most beautiful love poem, and at least have some kind of offering for a birthday present, instead of just this letter, which you’ll receive after the fact. I know you know I send my love, and plenty of hugs and kisses, but I wish I could offer you something more. I wish I could promise I’ll return safely and soon now. I wish I could dig a tunnel straight to California. I wish I could brush my face against yours, run my fingers through your hair, along your arms, your face, your legs, your stomach. . . I wish I could kiss your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your arms, your stomach. . .
The only thing I can think to offer is the fact that I really do pay attention to you, even when you’re making me jealous by gushing over Errol Flynn: “I only knew my sacred duty as a physician.” “Your sacred duty, rogue, is to your king!” “I thought it was to my fellow man.” It’s funny, but that scene has been playing through my head, not only because it’s one of your favorite parts, but also because I feel my sacred duty isn’t to the president, but to my fellow man, and to my loving family.
By the way, Leo probably told you this when he called, but Hawkeye told him that I wear water wings to bed because I cry myself to sleep. I told him it’s true. (Well, part of it is: I wear water wings to bed).
Peg, I wish I could give you something that you could throw around when you’re mad, hug when you’re happy, and stroke when you’re missing me. (I hope your wedding ring isn’t serving this purpose). I just miss you so much darling, and I want nothing more than to come home to my girls.
I love you.
Your loving husband,
BJ
Letter #11
TITLE: Letters Home From Korea: From Quijonbu to Mill Valley, Letter #10
AUTHOR: willows_whiten/spell_divine
FANDOM: M*A*S*H
PAIRING: BJ/Peg
GENRE: Het
TABLE: #11: Song Titles A
PROMPT: 09. One Friend
RATING: G (although there is some innuendo)
WORD COUNT: 654
SUMMARY: BJ writes Peg a letter on her birthday.
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: I took some liberties with time lines.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine
My darling wife,
Happy birthday. I wish I was there to celebrate with you. I hope you bought yourself something nice and went out with friends. With it being a special occasion, Hawkeye and I share that bottle of wine you sent. (Remember the first time you tried sending me something other than a letter? You’ve learned how to pack care packages like a pro - I hate that I’ve been gone that long.) Hawkeye says he’s no wine fan still, but goodness it reminds me of home. There’s nothing quite like a good Californian wine; unless it’s a good Californian woman.
Did I tell you about the time Hawke went out on R&R and bought me a shirt? Before you say that’s nice, you should know the sleeves are uneven. Yu would probably scold me for being ungrateful, but I complained about the shirt to him. He then wore it the rest of the day, and I laughed. Don’t think I’m being a jerk: that’s just the relationship Hawkeye and I have. He voiced his strong dislike of your Apple Crumb Cake (hey, more for me. He doesn’t know good food when he eats it.)
He does love your rum cookies though (and you know I do too). We joke that they’re 100 proof. What’s your secret? (Hawkeye wants to know too).
By the time you get this you’ll have received a call from Leo. I’m extremely jealous he got to go home. Hawkeye told Leo to call his dad; I hope he did. What did Leo tell you? I’m sure he told you about all our pranks. I’m still mad he got me in trouble with that General. He’d better be paying that bill (he always liked you. You’ll talk to him, right?)
I’m glad you no longer need to work; I was upset about Erin having to be without both parents. Tell her Daddy loves her, would you please?
I wish I was a man of great words, then I could write you the most beautiful love poem, and at least have some kind of offering for a birthday present, instead of just this letter, which you’ll receive after the fact. I know you know I send my love, and plenty of hugs and kisses, but I wish I could offer you something more. I wish I could promise I’ll return safely and soon now. I wish I could dig a tunnel straight to California. I wish I could brush my face against yours, run my fingers through your hair, along your arms, your face, your legs, your stomach. . . I wish I could kiss your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your arms, your stomach. . .
The only thing I can think to offer is the fact that I really do pay attention to you, even when you’re making me jealous by gushing over Errol Flynn: “I only knew my sacred duty as a physician.” “Your sacred duty, rogue, is to your king!” “I thought it was to my fellow man.” It’s funny, but that scene has been playing through my head, not only because it’s one of your favorite parts, but also because I feel my sacred duty isn’t to the president, but to my fellow man, and to my loving family.
By the way, Leo probably told you this when he called, but Hawkeye told him that I wear water wings to bed because I cry myself to sleep. I told him it’s true. (Well, part of it is: I wear water wings to bed).
Peg, I wish I could give you something that you could throw around when you’re mad, hug when you’re happy, and stroke when you’re missing me. (I hope your wedding ring isn’t serving this purpose). I just miss you so much darling, and I want nothing more than to come home to my girls.
I love you.
Your loving husband,
BJ
Letter #11